Aztec Eternals

The latest website: In the depths of the market, the flow of people has decreased slightly, but the prosperity has increased a bit. Maya's divine smoke rises in front of the smoke shop's wooden shed and floats in all directions. Several city-state aristocrats dressed in fancy clothes, smoking expensive cigarettes, chatting and laughing Yan Yan. Behind the nobles were a few warriors, and a few steps away was the gathering crowd. Like a group of snakes, they stretched their heads greedily, sniffing the scattered smoke, and longing appeared on their faces.

"Well...the **** smoke of the corn man..."

A dozen paces away, Puap looked at the Mayan shed, struggling and hesitating.

The kingdom strictly enforces the teachings, one of which is to prohibit the samurai from smoking the **** smoke. According to the descriptions of the priests, this smoke, which communicates with the gods, will burn the vitality of mortals, especially harmful to the lungs. And once you take too much, it will reduce the ability of the samurai to run and fight!

Of course, the kingdom's more effective measure is to prohibit the private sale of Shenyan and impose additional taxes, so that the price of such consumables exceeds the affordability of ordinary warriors.

"The price of magic smoke here seems to be much lower than that of the Kingdom and the Alliance!"

Puap sees it clearly. The noble just took out a gem in the lake and brought several bags of divine smoke. This price is probably only one-fifth of the kingdom!

The Mayan goods were far cheaper in this nearby port than in the kingdom two thousand miles away. And because of the stable quality and the huge inflow of gemstones in the lake, they have gradually become a popular "currency" in the luxury trade. Now, Puap has a bag of hundreds of gems in his hands, and he can even buy all the magic smokes in the smoke shop!

"God...God smoke..."

Puap, wearing the helmet of an eagle, wandered around the smoke shop in a state of uncertainty. Two tufts of short, forked feathers dangling from the helm of the ash warrior like a fat turkey with outstretched wings.

A few steps away, an old man in his fifties, wearing a tribal witch doctor's feather suit, was sitting cross-legged on the ground. In front of him, a roll of white cloth was spread out. On the white cloth, there are more than ten monkey skulls, one obsidian talisman, four or five ancient jade pendants, and three or two jars of strange herbs. In the middle of the white cloth, there is a simple and mysterious black and purple pottery plate the size of a human head.

Occasionally someone walked up to the old witch doctor and lowered their heads to ask a few questions, but the old witch doctor didn't answer, just waved his hand. He sat on the ground, squinted his eyes, carefully looked at the swaying "Fat Turkey" for a while, and suddenly sang leisurely in the common Nahua language.

"Eagle in the sky, fly from the west! Thunder on the sea, fall from the east! The road ahead is long and long, and the hometown is far away. Strict gods, will you let me go? Let me return to my hometown in safety! ..."

"Um?"

Hearing the hoarse singing, Puap stopped and listened to a few sentences, his face changed suddenly. He turned around immediately and looked at the old man dressed as a witch doctor, his eyes flashing.

"Cough!...The old...witch doctor. What are you singing about?"

The old witch doctor ignored him, and didn't even raise his eyes to look at Puapu. He just shook his head, picked up the pottery plate on the white cloth, held it to his chest, and sang hoarsely again.

"O divine pottery plate, tell me the future of mortals! The fate of all mortals has long been written down by the gods. In the west, there are high volcanoes; in the east, there are endless abyss; in the north, there are thunderstorms. ; South, there is a sea of ​​green trees!... The gods have stepped on the edge of the world, where can mortals easily go? Souls without guidance are destined to never return!..."

"... eh? Never going back..."

Hearing the old witch doctor's singing, Puap's expression changed suddenly, and he felt a little awe inexplicably. He stepped forward, his eyes moved up and down, and soon he noticed the pottery plate in the arms of the old witch doctor.

The style of the pottery plate is extremely simple, the edges are worn, and it seems to have been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years. On the front of the pottery plate, a sacred tree is carved that runs through the upper and lower sides. The sacred tree was dyed green, branched out, and divided the pottery plate into three layers. The upper part of the pottery plate is engraved with various gods, dyed the blue of the sky. In the middle of the pottery plate, an oval section is drawn with twelve directions. In the center of the ellipse is the pyramid temple fused with the tree trunk, dyed golden with gold powder. In the lower part of the pottery plate, there are red volcanoes, yellow abyss, and black dark seas.

"Well..."

Seeing such a mysterious and unclear pattern, Puap suddenly felt awe in his heart.

Seemingly sensing Puapu's gaze, the old witch doctor glanced at the other side and put the pottery plate into his feather suit. At the moment of the light, the clay warrior with good eyes could vaguely see the back of the pottery plate, inscribed with dense symbols and divine patterns, as well as a ring symbolizing the calendar.

"Huh? It records the calendar and astronomy... Could it be that this is the inheritance pottery of the priests?"

Puap's heart moved, his thoughts fluctuated. With a smile on his face, he asked the old witch doctor with a smile.

"This respected old...priest, can you lend me a look at this pottery plate?"

"Ha! The fetish has a spirit and cannot be peeped. The cruel fate has already been doomed, and mortals can only accept it and cannot change it!"

The old witch doctor shook his head. With his old eyes, he looked at Puap for the first time and waved his hand lightly.

"Samurai from a foreign land, don't hit me with my fetish idea. It is your luck to hear me sing a song. Let's go! Your destiny is destined to be in the far east, in the abyss of the sea... "

"Hey! My destiny is in the abyss of the sea?!"

Hearing this, Puap's heart suddenly tightened. He squeezed his fingers, bit his lip, and forced a smile.

"This old priest, don't you know, where am I going? What is my fate?"

"No, I do not know."

The old witch doctor had a leisurely expression and shook his head again.

"Fantastic creatures have spirits and know their fate. He just borrowed my mouth to speak. Alien warrior, let's go! Fate cannot be forced."

"This..."

Puap's eyelids twitched and he looked at the indifferent old witch doctor. After thinking for a moment, he took out a shining lake gem from his arms and placed it on the white cloth.

"This old priest, I would like to offer a gem! Can you give me a glance at the object and guide me?"

"The fetish has a spirit, and it is destined. Take it, take it! And take the gem, don't bother me."

The old witch doctor closed his eyes and waved his hand again, not even looking at the gem.

"you!..."

Puap gritted his teeth, reached into his arms again, took out five gems, and pleaded.

"Six is ​​the number of divinity. It is the **** of the four directions and the upper and lower. Dear old priest, I would like to offer six gems and ask the **** to speak and reveal my destiny!"

"Go, go!~"

No matter how Puapu pleaded, the old witch doctor just closed his eyes, held the pottery plate, and kept shaking his head.

After a while, the clay warrior Puapu finally couldn't bear it any longer and shouted sharply.

"You old fellow! I don't know what to do!"

Hearing this, the old witch doctor finally opened his eyes, looked at the gray soil warrior lightly, and said calmly.

"Foreign warrior, you are destined to die, why force it?"

"Ah! Damn old thing!"

Puap's heart was shocked and his expression was sharp. He strode forward, holding down the copper axe with one hand, and grabbing the collar of the old witch doctor with the other, glaring fiercely at him, threatening.

"Do you know! Even in this busy city, I want to kill you and take away this pottery plate with ease!"

"Haha! Can the fate of mortals be changed by the copper axe in their hands?"

The old witch doctor looked calm and laughed.

"You kill me, so what? Your destiny will not change because of this. The fetish has a spirit. You will only offend the fetish and die faster!"

"what?!"

Puap's eyes were fierce, and he stared at the old witch doctor fiercely. The old witch doctor looked calm and seemed to put life and death aside. The two stared at each other for a while, until they caught the attention of the city-state warriors, and they went forward to check.

"What are you doing, foreign warrior? No fighting in the city! No rudeness to the witch doctor!"

"..."

Seeing the surrounding city-state warriors, they took out their battle sticks one after another, shouting that they were about to gather, when Puapu suddenly softened his expression and fell to his knees. Then, in the eyes of everyone's astonishment, he hugged the waist of the old witch doctor, put his face on the pottery plate on the other's chest, and pleaded in pain.

"Ah! Respect the old priest, please, give me the guidance of my destiny! I would like to offer a sincere tribute, twelve gems!  …"

"Uh!..."

The old witch doctor was hugged by the strong Ash Warrior, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He tried to struggle, but the other party held him tightly, unable to break free. After a few breaths, he finally sighed helplessly and said.

"Hey! That's fine. Just let go, and I'll beg the fetish to show you fate!"

"Good! Good! Dear old priest, praise you!"

Puap nodded again and again, stretched out his hand excitedly, and took out six gems from his arms and placed them on the white cloth. Seeing such a wealthy foreign warrior, the approaching city-state warriors all jumped, their expressions moved.

The old witch doctor held the pottery plate and looked at the crowd around him. He nodded slightly and said with a smile.

"I want to entreat the fetish to give this unknown foreign warrior a look at the cursed fate! The fetish is eye-catching, the fate of mortals will interfere with each other, and may bring disasters. Please also spread out a little, all samurai, to avoid affected."

Hearing this, the expressions of the surrounding people changed. They hurried back two steps, looked at the gray soil warrior with disgust, and left in a hurry.

"What?...My fate, cursed?"

Hearing this, Puap's face turned blue, and according to the old witch doctor's instructions, UU read www.uukanshu.com carefully sitting on the ground. Afterwards, he stretched out his hands and pressed it on the center of the pottery plate he took out again, and his heart was beating violently.

The old witch doctor held both sides of the pottery plate, closed his eyes silently, and sensed it for a while. After a while, he suddenly realized and let out a long sigh.

"I see!"

"Respected old priest...how...how about it?"

"You have the curse of the condor on you! That is the noble descendant of the condor. Before death, he used up all his divinity and life, with a deep hatred, imprinted on your destiny!"

"what!"

Puap's hands trembled, his body shook violently, and he fell to the ground. The secrets deep in his heart were revealed in this way, bringing him fear and helplessness from the bottom of his heart. After a while, he suddenly fell to the ground and kowtowed twice.

"Old Prophet, please save me!"

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